Welcome to my first publish on Inkitt. I'm not originally from this website, I'm actually from FanFiction.Net, another great place for Fan Fiction. I was suggested here by NoamiWonder, so it's because of her that you get to read this!
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"Hm...and you said the object took on a small dart shape and moved areas?"
"Yes, Mr. Kasal. Me and Angie had never seen it before. Ever..."
"I see. How did you treat it, Derek?"
"Oh. After the large oval shape was revealed, we cut it and quickly drained it and upon its last moment it shot out a small object which swiftly fled the organ. It showed up again in the left lung. From there we slowed it down with Antibiotic Gel and removed it with forceps. Please tell me you have any ideas of what this possibly could be, sir?"
Sidney scratched his neck, pulling a pen out of his pocket and wrote down what he had said.
"Alright Derek. What I'm about to say may seem extremely annoying, and maybe even depressing, but we're dealing with something we've never had before. This is far different from G.U.I.L.T."
"But sir, we've only identified this one strain, it could be the only one. Thus, we could create trainings for treatment and conquer this easily."
Sidney glanced at the window, turning back, "Derek, it may not always be as easy as G.U.I.L.T. Nothings for sure, of course, we should hope for the best, but I have my doubts on this illness."
Derek frowned, but quickly straightened his face.
"So...what now exactly?"
"Now, we wait. We wait for new patients to arrive with similar illness. Trust me, the government won't send us a blank check for investigation if there is only one reported case."
"Yeah. Sadly, you're probably right."
"Mhm, on that note, take the day off with Angie. Let her know the news so we can all focus on what may lie ahead. Understood?"
"Uh..Er, Yes sir! Thank you. I'll be on the ready if something comes up."
Angie was sitting at her office desk, twirling a pen in between her finger tips. She held a crossword puzzle in her lap as she leaned slightly back in her chair, realizing she ran the risk of falling she leaned forward again. Derek's footsteps encroached around the door, slowly opening it and closing it.
"Hey, love. What did Mr. Kasal want?" Angie smirked, setting her puzzle and pen down on her desk, moving her laptop to the right side of the desk, closest to his desk. They had a medium sized office. Carpeted floor with white walls and no windows seeing out despite a small window by the hinges of the door. They had a three foot walking space in between their desks and further ahead a nice retractable couch.
Derek examined the room carefully, but then realized Angie had asked a question. "To discuss the surgery we preformed this morning..." Angie looked at Derek puzzled and thoughtfully, "What's the verdict? Was it some weird mutation of a random illness?"
"Honestly, if I knew I would tell you."
"You mean he doesn't-"
"No, nobody does from what we know."
Angie froze and looked away.
"They assume its a new illness. Much variant than G.U.I.L.T. Maybe not as bad, maybe worse. That's the scariest part of this whole scene. We don't know if it could mutate tomorrow, or if that's its only form."
"Oh my...so, what can we do?"
"Nothing. He actually gave us the rest of the day. I recommend we stop by your dad's laboratory tonight, maybe he'll inform us on something valuable."
"Yeah...maybe. Well, I guess I'll get ready right away then."
He walked towards her and planted a kiss on her forehead and smiled, "Alright. I'll be informing Tyler and Les about this. Call me when you're ready, okay?"
"Alright. I love you." She walked past him to go grab her change of clothes. "I love you too, Angie."
"No way... you're making this up." Tyler grinned. "Tyler, I swear to god, this is one hundred percent serious, I just came from Mr. Kasal's office." Tyler and Leslie looked shocked. "So...this is serious?" Leslie asked. "Sadly, I'm afraid so, my friends. So, on that note I was instructed the day off. Me and Angie are gonna' be home, so if you need anything, call us. Alright?" Tyler shook his hand as he walked off.
"Sheesh. Things are really gonna' get bad, babe." Leslie turned to Tyler, "Sadly I wish you were wrong..."
Derek hugged his perfect assistant as they stepped into his vehicle. Pulling out of the driveway he drove all the way to Angie's Father's Laboratory.
"I seriously hope he has something on this. I'm concerned..." Angie remarked, fixing her hair in the mirror, "Relax, love. Your dad knows everything. We'll be fine."
A good ten minutes later, Derek and Angie arrived at Angie's Father's Office,. They both looked at each other anxiously before stepping foot into the front door.
"Derek, Angie! Nice to see you two again finally! What has the greatest surgeon and my lovely daughter come to see me for?"
Angie paced back and forth. "You see, we had this patient today who fell ill with something odd... we're not quite sure what it was..."
"Like a new virus?"
"Yes, most likely..." Derek spoke out.
"It was a large oval that when drained shoots out a tiny object that goes around putting holes in the organs it infects."
"Hm... do you have the video of the operation?"
"Actually, yes. Here," Angie remarked, taking the video tape out of her travel bag.
Kenneth planted the disc in his computer and began going over the procedure.
Derek looked at Angie, worried, and then back to her father.
"My involvement with G.U.I.L.T & Delphi introduced me to a lot of new infections, but nothing like this..."
"Oh... What other type of diseases did you find, Father?"
"Um, mainly just variations of certain diseases. Giving Influenza G.U.I.L.T like properties. Luckily, when you two raided that secret plant in the Pacific Ocean, you both destroyed any evidence of previous upgraded illnesses. Congratulations, on that as well, as you probably saved the world from numerous infections."
"Thank you, Sir. So should we fear of this new virus..?" Derek asked, pacing patiently.
"Honestly Derek, I wish I could answer that. But there's no evidence pointing in the direction that we shouldn't take the extra precaution and investigate this disease. Also, no super reason to research it. If that makes you feel any better."
Angie nodded sadly, she felt horrible. People could be dying or injured because of this and there was nothing they could do.
"Alright...Well, Father. I'm afraid it's getting late and we have work tomorrow."
"Right. Keep safe you two, It'll all be perfectly fine. Trust me."
"Yes sir. You have a good night!"
Derek drove them both back to Angie's Apartment and quickly changed and laid in bed.
He scanned the ceiling as he was resting his head on the pillows.
"Do you think this could be serious? Like...G.U.I.L.T serious?"
Angie took a deep breath and turned to her loving boyfriend.
"Oh, Derek. Just relax. Like my dad said, It could be just a random mutation and it never be seen again. OK?"
He sighed, but gave in to her loving voice. "Yeah...you're probably right..."
Derek was having a tough time realizing that not every disease on earth is as deadly and unfortunate as G.U.I.L.T. No matter how many times his loved one or family members told him otherwise, he couldn't let the past go. All those operations on patients who barely made it and the one that slipped through his mental pain, all patients who were ill he saw to as potential memories. He would never let anybody fall to another disease in his life. Not if he had anything to say about it.
"Here...let me help you with your stress, love."
As she said that she pulled him into a strong kiss, and more and more smaller kisses, eventually kissing slower until it seemed minutes would go by before one would take small sharp breaths. When they parted, the lay together embraced until Derek finally whispered. "Good night, Angie. Sleep well." Indeed they did sleep well that night. As it may be one of the last times they get to sleep so softly together.